Phoebe's POV
Even if I do forget to eat sometimes, there's absolutely no way I'm admitting that to him, I thought to myself as Harold glanced at his watch and grinned.
"We've got plenty of time left. There's this little park just around the corner. Want to take a stroll?"
With my stomach finally content and satisfied, I couldn't just bail after eating. "Sounds good. A walk would help me digest all that food anyway."
Thirty minutes later, we found ourselves standing at the gates of Flowery Park.
Blooms lined every pathway and corner of Flowery Park.
The flowers were at their peak, and their intoxicating perfume reached us before we even stepped through the entrance.
A soft wind swept through, making the osmanthus clusters shimmer like tiny stars beneath the lamp posts and emerald foliage.
Their crisp fragrance saturated the evening air, creating an almost magical ambiance for anyone wandering the tree-lined paths.
